Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.